Tag Archives: #poetry

Finding Home

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Today’s prompt from Fran asked us to consider the whole of our lives and concentrate on details and symbols instead of people. I used my ancestry results to inspire my poem.

 

April 30th: Thirty Thanks

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Today, our final day of National Poetry Month, Sarah asked us to write whatever we choose. I chose to revisit the prompt earlier in the month when we were allowed to break the rules.

April 29th: Rewrite, Redo

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Scott’s prompt was to rewrite/redo a past event and recreate it or revise it. I used one of his mentor texts by William J. Harris called Why Did It to inspire my poem.

April 27th: Place Tells Me To Be

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Today’s prompt from Chea nudged me all day. She asked us to write about who we are and how we came to be from places we’ve been. Place for me is more than location, it’s time.

April 26th: “Borrowed Lines”

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Donnetta gave us the freedom to borrow a line/s from a poem to inspire our writing today. I have always enjoyed borrowing a line but I didn’t expect my line to come from a podcast this morning. To write my modified Golden Shovel, I borrowed “old limbs keep falling even when no wind stirs” from Helen Pruitt Wallace’s poem, To the Buyer of Our Old Home.

April 24th: Forensic Poetry

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We were tasked today to dig into our junk drawers to find our inspiration!

April 20th: A Space to Look and Think

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Today, Katrina prompted us to find our “space to look and think” and I focused on the garage of my childhood home. It’s a space I miss. (The image is not our actual garage.)

 

April 13th: Breakbeat Blackout Poem

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Our poetry prompt today came from Dave. He asked us to create a Blackout poem. I chose the lyrics to Black Orchid by Stevie Wonder to create my new poem.

April 11th: Lines in My Prime

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Erica prompted us to write a poem about an abstract concept using prime numbers as our syllable count! I chose 2, 3, 5, 7, and 11 for my prime numbers.

April 10th: Whimsical Science

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Brittany challenged me today to write a poem with some reference to science. Serendipity would have it that I’d listen to a poetry podcast and hear the words of the intro and knew that’s where my poem would be found. I loved Major Jackson’s introduction and used it to write a blackout poem.

Here is what he said and below it is my poem:

“As we stroll slowly beneath the earth’s giants, amidst fungi, moss, lichen, and ferns, we are being workshopped in dappled light. What’s restorative isn’t merely the smells and sounds of woodlands, chirping birds and glimpses of wildlife. We are forced to confront the illusions of modern life. We are awash with a simplicity that takes us to idylls of clarity, that encourages introspection.”